Time Marches On: No. 27 of 40 Forts
Around mid-March we sat down and mapped out the next couple of months through the end of May. Wow. We had a long list of dates already. To begin with, May is like a mini-Christmas in our family. Especially now that I am a mom and Lucy’s birthday is mid-May. Henry’s birthday is April 24th and then my Dad’s is May 9th, which is close to Mother’s Day. On the Rutledge side, we would always have a big Mother’s Day celebration in honor of all the moms, plus Dad and Cheryl’s birthday.
But not only the dates were filling up, milestones were being met. Life with a baby feels like every single day, but in a good way. It has felt very fast and very slow at the same time. It is hard to describe. In late March, Lucy was definitely on the move, starting to jabber and eating real food. She was moving from a baby into a toddler.
So when I saw this page of clocks, I knew I had to create a piece about the passage of time. As I began to play around with the paper, I thought that I would try something different. Instead of having it stand, I wanted the piece to be laying down like to feet marching forward. Two clocks cut out from stamps adorn time’s toes.
Reading back and forth across the toes, the shared message states:
She was trying to ignore the ticking clocks despite the cacophony of reminders.
I have deliberately tried to not anticipate the future. I don’t want to spend too much time wishing Lucy’s life away. Instead I have tried to remain in the present and enjoy this stage today. Right here, right now.
When Henry’s parents were here, Antonio continuously talked about how Lucy will be walking in two weeks. Well, it has been two weeks. She is not walking. I admit, I did think that she would be walking by eleven months based on her activity last fall.
Plus lately I have really started to wonder when these teeth are coming in, because they are in slooooow motion. I am curious to know if lack of hair and teeth are correlated. Just curious, moms.
Despite my attempt to stay in the present, I am surprised by how much time I have spent over the last week reminiscing about last year this time. I have been rereading my blog entries. And tonight I searched for an email I sent Sherri the afternoon before I went into labor. I guess it is time to write an all encompassing birth story. Before I forget. Because I seem to be forgetting a lot recently. Good thing I have so many virtual reminders out there.
This paper sculpture, roughly the size of a coffee cup, is one of forty forts I created during Lent 2010 as a creative exercise and spiritual exploration.